Chapter 327

"You gave them to me." Colin's fingers traced the lower-right corner of the specimen, where a black signature with the letters 'C' - Caldwell's initial - was inscribed.

I stared at Colin, my breath catching. "Me? I gave these to you?"

All of these specimens?

"You said that the beauty of a shooting star lies in its fleeting moment. That the brief bloom of a night-blooming cereus is enough to dazzle everyone..." Colin turned to look at me, his voice as raspy as ever.

But it seemed to carry an endless stream of loneliness, grievance, and guilt. "Life is short, to preserve them forever, this was the only way."

I was shocked as I gazed at the walls filled with butterfly specimens. For a moment, they all seemed to come alive, flapping their wings, taking flight.

"I can't believe I would... like these," I said in astonishment.

Colin took my hand and led me into a room in the basement.

The door had a keypad, sturdy like a bank vault.

As the door swung open, I followed Colin inside.

a tingling shock ran through

Colin... finally opened his heart to

willing to trust me completely, revealing his hidden secrets, his scars, all out in the open

Colin's investigations - about Damian, about me, my

there was the current serial

was watching over everyone,

of

be the

the first serial murder case. Three years ago, after I left

slips, accidents, drownings, fires - seemingly unrelated, yet

person behind those 'accidents' is the same one

common

who had reported illegal practices at the psychiatric hospital. "This man, Lamont, was one of the few with a conscience

the doctor Dexter had

they all revolve around me," Colin

all once hurt, bullied,

eyes turn towards me, while the real killer often goes

knew there was a problem back then, you had this chain of evidence... why didn't you

as he looked at me, his Adam's

me everything, right?" I asked, my heart pounding. What was he still hiding?

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